Page 45 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Eight

" A ndre, I'm a virgin. And while I've given myself plenty of orgasms with my vibrator, I've never had a man give me one.

" Calli closed her eyes, waiting for the disappointment in his voice to hit her.

Guys wanted an experienced girl, not one who'd been waiting for the man she'll marry—even if that's not why she's still a virgin now.

Andre sat up straighter in his chair, his pulse pounding in his ears as Calli’s confession hung in the air. The words had tumbled out of her mouth, and she immediately looked away, her cheeks flushing with uncertainty.

"And men have dumped you for that?" Andre’s voice was soft, but there was an edge of disbelief in his tone. He couldn’t wrap his head around it—how someone could be so dismissive of something so personal, something that should have been cherished.

Calli bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah," she sighed.

"They said it was too risky for me to fall in love with them. And the one guy I thought I’d finally trust enough to have sex with—he went and stuck his dick in someone else.

" Her groan carried the weight of her frustration, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "Now I’ve ruined this, haven’t I? "

Andre felt his heart tighten at her words.

There was a vulnerability in her voice that stirred something deep inside him.

He couldn’t let her believe that. "Calli," he began, trying to choose his words carefully.

"You’re twenty-five… how have you managed to hold out, to not give in to temptation?

Is this about saving yourself for marriage? "

Calli let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "It started that way, sure. But then, so much time passed that I didn’t even try anymore. After my ex broke my spirit, I just gave up."

Andre took a deep breath, feeling the tension coil through his body—not from frustration but from the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface all evening.

"Baby," his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "if you think telling me that you’ve never been touched by another man is going to make me lose my erection, we need to switch to FaceTime.

" His breath hitched as he forced himself to focus.

"But as much as I want to keep this conversation going in that direction, I won’t.

I want to make this better for you, Calli. "

Her eyes widened, surprise flickering across her face as she sat up in bed. "You’re not running?"

"Hell no." Andre’s tone was firm, laced with promise. "I’m going to take that gift of yours and cherish the fuck out of it. If anyone should be worried, it’s me. Once you realize what you’ve been missing, you might decide you want to play the field."

Calli couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her. "Yeah… not likely. I want to get married, Dre. I’m sorry if that scares you or if you think I’m too young to feel this way, but I’m not. I see what our families have together, and I want that."

A warm smile spread across Andre’s face as her words sank in.

"Me too, baby," he murmured. "Me too." The thought of building something real with Calli—a future filled with everything they both wanted—lit a fire inside him that had nothing to do with lust. "So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to end this call, take the coldest shower known to man, and then tomorrow, I’m picking you up for our date. "

"Okay." Calli’s voice held a touch of disappointment, though she couldn’t help but smile at his resolve. "And maybe we can explore this in person?"

Andre groaned softly, shifting in his seat.

"Maybe." He let out a chuckle. "But right now, I really need that cold shower, Calli. Trust me, ending this call isn’t about fear. I’m in this for the long haul. We’ve only been talking for a week, but we’ve met before, and I’ll never forget the chemistry we had in Vegas.

If you hadn’t been taken, I would have claimed you then. "

"Really?" Calli’s voice squeaked at his admission, her heart racing as she processed his words. "I never stopped thinking about you either, Dre. Even though I had a boyfriend… and four months later, I found out he’d been cheating on me. There was a moment when I thought about asking Phillip for your number, but then the accident happened, and it didn’t seem important anymore. Not to mention, I swore off men."

Andre’s chest swelled with a mixture of relief and desire.

"I’m glad you swore off men," he confessed. "Because otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.

The one-night stands just weren’t cutting it anymore.

So, when I say I’m all in, I mean it. Give us a real shot. "

"Okay, Dre," Calli said softly, her heart racing with hope. "I’m all in too. I can’t wait for our date tomorrow night. And I’m looking forward to meeting your best friend."

Andre grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, Calli. Get some sleep, and I’ll meet you at Donovan’s at six. Are you sure I can’t just pick you up? It is a date, after all."

Calli hesitated for a moment before smiling to herself. "You know what? Yes. Pick me up, Andre. I’ll text you my address as soon as we hang up. I can’t wait for tomorrow."

"Same here, beautiful." Andre’s voice softened, though the heat hadn’t left his tone. "Now go to bed and dream about me while I take that shower. Let’s just say… my problem hasn’t gone away yet."

Calli laughed, her voice light and teasing. "Sorry about that. Goodnight, Dre."

"Goodnight, Calli."

After hanging up, Calli lay back in her bed, her mind racing as she replayed the conversation in her head.

Dre’s words had left her body tingling with anticipation.

Without giving it a second thought, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her vibrator, setting it beside her.

On impulse, she snapped a quick picture of the small device and typed out a message.

Calli: I can’t sleep either—and… since showers don’t help girls, I’ll resort to this.

Her heart pounded as she hit send.

Andre: Fuck my life. You’re a naughty girl, Calli Cross. I can’t wait to get my hands all over that sexy little body when the time is right. But just know, it’ll feel ten times better when it’s me bringing you to your release. A vibrator’s just a stand-in.

Calli gasped as the accompanying picture loaded on her screen. Andre’s thick, hard cock filled the image, his hand wrapped around it in a way that made her pulse quicken. She’d seen plenty of dick pics over the years, but never one this… perfect.

Calli: I feel like a middle schooler sharing naughty pictures, she typed, slapping her forehead in embarrassment the moment she hit send.

Andre’s response made her laugh out loud.

Andre: If you’re trying to kill the mood, you failed. I’m pretty sure I’m going to blow like a thirteen-year-old boy in about two minutes. See you tomorrow, pretty Calli.

Laying back against her pillows, Calli pulled up the picture again.

Her body hummed with desire as she reached for her vibrator, pressing it against her sensitive clit.

Her breath hitched as the cool plastic made contact, the image of Andre’s hard cock burning in her mind.

She gasped, her body tightening as she imagined his hands and mouth on her.

The intensity of her orgasm ripped through her, her body trembling as she cried out, Andre’s name slipping from her lips as she came undone. The thought of what it would feel like when he was the one touching her, taking her, sent a shiver down her spine.

She lay there, her breathing heavily, with a satisfied smile on her face. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.